The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-09-29
BEAUTIES APPARITI0N.

Inc Guy was creeping up tnat way;
there was no manner of doubt about that.
Indeed, why should one say it was creep
ing upY 1t had crept up already. To be
sure, there were lone blocks here and
there as yet, defined solely by a line Of
curbstones, intersected at right angles by
unpaved roads that, after rains, turned
into canals of oozing mud, and bestrewed
over their quadrangular. expanse with
elected tomato cans, old shoes and such
rubbish generally as habituaAy tenants
those waste suburban spaces given over to
to the frolicsome goat-blocks, in short,
which belated wayfarer in the vicinity Of
the park would be apt to pass through at
a more or less rapid pace after 10 o'clock
at night
But other blocks again were, always
with gaps and hiatuses of empty lots be-
tween, what one might call built up. A.
semi-rural mode of life obtained with the
inhabitants, some Of whom kept q few
chickens In their yards, Many of these
houses were divided into flats, and the sep
arate dwellings brought low rents, rs yet.
1t was a refuge within city limits for bust
ness men who had failed honorably, not
being quite abreast of the progressive
spirit of the times, and for unambitious
young people beginning life-of these there
were not many.
Now, d number of these houses--in
fact whole rows here and there in the vi
cinity-were owned by Timothy Pinck-
ney, and it has been said that they
brought comparatively low rents Never
theless Timothy was well content He
knew that the rents would increase by
and by. And he held on to his property
and dreamed dreams of the future when
LIT would make him many times million
aire
This prospective millionaire, with now
more money in his Golfers than any one
knew, lived in a two.story white frame
house whose rear yard was contingent to
the rear of some of those very houses
owned by him. No one ever saw the in
side of that two story frame dwelling for
the simple reason that Timothy had no
friends, relatives or acquaintance He
had daughter, to be sure-a young,
plump and black eyed thing, with long,
demure lashes who occasionally appeared
at the door when tinman came around
to negotiate exchanges of old bottles and
rags. But Timothy evidently intended to
keep his Bertha's charms safely away
from the covetous eyes of gallants The
women OF the neighborhoodt-for instance,
the undertaker's wife across the lot--were
quite aware that black eyed Bertha never
had a new frock from years end to years
end; no, "nor new bunnit, neither"
Well Timothy was pitiless and pitt
full old miser; there was no question OF
that And, seeing that he was progress
ing in years, he ought to have commenced
to realize, mark and repent Of the evil
of his course. But it is safe to surmise
that his conscience had given him no I'M
easiness of any sort this long time past.
His digestion was as satisfactory as that
of an ostrich, and his thoughts were pleas
I aR$ly occupied with airy or arduous COM
Hltations, as the case might be, day in
Vand day out. When the stomach and the
brain are thus in good condition it Is as
tonishing how little place there remains
for conscience in all the human mechan-
ism.
However, one hot night In June Tim
othy came home not feeling quite so well
as usual. The day had been sultry and
he had walked about great deal in the
busy marts of commerce down town and
in the sun. He had headache and it
made him cross. But after Bertha had
gotten him his supper, and he had no ap-
petite for it, these novel phenomena made
him pensive instead.
He went out in his back yard and sat
down on an overturned barrel and began
to breathe the evening air. Tt was heavy,
and compounded of many local and in
digenous odors, not all of them pleasant.
On one side there was gap In the wooden
rails of the fence. That zap opened out
upon several empty corner lots, rocky In
places, and gave an uninterrupted view Of
the CHASTITY undertaker's emblem by the
side of that functionary's dwelling, di-
agonally across on the next street.
Timothy could not see il this evening. 1t
was too dark. But he kne W 1t was there,
and the knowledge somehow was uncom-
Portable
A more agreeable object Of contempla-
ton presented itself in the row of build
ings before him, the row wi lich represented
p portion of his possessi ons. But his
mind seemed determined to take a new
course this evening His Thoughts, start
ing from the row of build ings, began to
fravel backward over the yenrs gone by,
hnd the first acquisitions which had
marked them. For the first time in
lord how many years?-he thought of
Beattie. Now, there was no denying that
the first of his good luck had begun with
bis acquaintance with Beat tie. Beattie
bad given him great deal of good advice.
Yes, and he was very sorry that things
urned out just as they did with regard to
3eattie. Very sorry. But a man has got
70 look out for himself Timothy now re-
eated that assertion TO hi nself, rising in
ebellion against this sudds My resurrected
ang of guilty conscien ce; repeated it
With heat. Some people might say that
o had ruined Beattie-Be attic, who had
een his first friend-and left him to die
~. l..s l..
ey, would always stand up and say that
man must look out ft himself firsti